The couple sat on the city wedding carriage.
Unlike the usual fully enclosed carriages, the wedding celebration carriage was more like a convertible sports car.
Ellie Miller held a bouquet, her face covered by a thin white veil.
Artor sat upright beside her, his gloved hands clenched into a fist on his knees.
Clearly, the man was not as relaxed as he appeared.
This, instead, allowed Ellie Miller to relax, "Darling, relax."
"We've already stopped the local newspaper a month in advance for this wedding."
"Trust me, unless the gods come, nothing can stop our wedding~" Ellie Miller laughed.
The carriage moved forward slowly, Artor discreetly staying alert to the crowd on either side of the road.
While His Highness the Duke scanned the crowd with his blue eyes, he spoke, "Trust me, the world's hostility toward me is far deeper than you imagine, my dear."
Ellie Miller: "..."
Ellie Miller smiled as she raised a hand and waved slightly at the people on both sides of the road.
